252 The Sacrifice (2/2)
Ye Qingxuan stopped and glanced at him before walking straight toward the scene. The other gatekeepers were totally unaware of his arrival, but forced a solemn expression onto their face and saluted Lestrade.
Lestrade paused for a moment, quietly watching the silent Vengeful Spirit beside him. The figure had melted into the mist, making him faintly invisible. It was as if he did not exist at all.
This was good too. He sighed out of relief. This saved him an explanation in case any clues and traces would be found.
When they entered, several others were lifted out with vomit on their pale faces. The people who held them looked bad as well and their legs were a little weak.
”Have they never seen dead people at the scene?” Ye Qingxuan asked quietly.
”That's not the scene.” Lestrade lowered his eyes. ”It’s hell.”
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”Actually, I won't laugh at you if you puke.”
”Shut up.”
”You’re expression’s changing. It will be much better to puke it out.”
”Shut up.”
”Holding it in is harmful. You're going against your nature.”
”I said shut up!”
And so Lola’s voice disappeared.
Ye Qingxuan stood in the middle of the scene, looking around expressionlessly. A few minutes ago, he was still looking down on that bunch of cowardly and weak policemen, but now he had sympathy for them. Who would run into such a hell if it was not their duty?
In short, this place was littered with carnage. If one were to describe the details, one could write tens of thousands of words. Then it would be spread widely amongst the dark enthusiasts and receive critical acclaim. Unfortunately, the people who came here generally lacked appreciation for the arts, and were unaware of the vast business opportunities.
”How many dead are there?” Ye Qingxuan asked, furrowing his brows.
Lestrade, pinching his nose and replied, ”The forensic analyst just told me that there are seventeen.”
”Your forensic analyst should go back to school,” Ye Qingxuan said slowly. ”There are nineteen of them. One is hanging on the tree, and one is trampled under your feet.”
Hearing this, Lestrade jumped back in fright and looked at his feet.
Ye Qingxuan plucked the baton from his waist, put it into the pool of blood, and lifted piece of skin filled with black scripture. It was new, hot, and exciting.
Seeing the skin with hair dangling on it and blood dripping from it, Lestrade’s face changed. He covered his mouth, ran to the corner, and vomited violently.
Another one had failed.
All in all, the scene was almost like an accident where a wagon carrying dead pigs crashed into a wagon laden with rotten tomatoes. Then, one-hundred and eight cooks came to cut the pork stained with tomato sauce into mince meat, while also leaving some scraps for frying and other tricks. Moreover, there was so much evidence left at the scene.
”It's none of your business anymore. Report it to the Royal Musician Division.” Ye Qingxuan patted Lestrade’s shoulder. ”It is the ritual of Hyakume’s followers.”
Lestrade paused. It seemed that he had not made the connection yet. But when he really understood the meaning of that name, the already-pale face got paler. ”Hyakume?”
”Yes.” Ye Qingxuan took his baton and poked it in the eye sockets of the corpse. They were empty with only blood flowing out.
”You see, all the bodies’ eyes have been dug out. These guys gathered here to please their gods by sacrificing mortal lives and pain. It seems that the ceremony was a success.”
Lestrade’s face was ghastly pale. ”Wha—what do they want?”
”How would I know?” Ye Qingxuan answered indifferently.
Lola's chuckle sounded in his ears again. ”Little Yezi, you’re really cute when you lie.”
”I let you borrow my eyes, not to just watch the show,” Ye Qingxuan responded coldly. At this moment, the more serious he was, the more easily he would be played by the evil Lola. The best way was to ignore her and change the subject.
”Don't waste time anymore time. Have you decided?”